Janet emerged from the darkness. She was totally naked, her large breasts hanging pendulously off her chest. She stared in shock at the noose bathed in light from the open door.
She studied it for the longest time. She was both frightened, yet captivated. It was as though the coil was beckoning to her.
What was it doing there? Had Norman put it there for her? If so, why had he done that?
She walked up to it and reached out toward it. Janet’s hand made contact. It filled her with dread, as well as a perverse thrill.
She felt her trimmed fuzz moisten between her legs. Janet looked all around. Someone had left a stool along with a set of handcuffs. Probably Norman again.
Numbly, she moved the stool beneath the noose. She didn’t know why. Then she climbed on.
Now the coil hung too low. She saw where it was attached. So Janet climbed down and went over to that spot.
She loosened the rope and reattached it, making sure the noose would accommodate her head once she stood upon the stool again. She didn’t understand why she was doing that. What the hell was wrong with her??
She looked up at the noose with sadness. But there was a certain eroticism to the coil. She imagined her lover back home crying his eyes out over her sacrifice. She also envisioned Norman showing up and jacking off to her nude, dangling body. Was that why he’d set it up? She couldn’t help but wonder.
As if in a fog, Janet picked up the cuffs and climbed the stool once more. This time, the noose was at just the right height. She reached out and took it into her hand, feeling the scratchy hemp.
She shivered from a mixture of fear and arousal. She was trembling as she slowly pulled the rope down over her head. Then she tightened the coil against her throat.
The hemp scratched her, giving her the chills something fierce. Strangely, she was incredibly wet between her legs. Did she really want to go through with this??
A part of her said this was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. But the idea of hanging herself to death and being found by Norman was strangely arousing. Would the pervert jack off to her dead body? Inwardly, she almost hoped he would.
She looked at the cuffs in her hand. Trembling, she attached one to her right wrist. It connected with a metallic click.
Now was the moment of truth. She could remove the noose and climb down. Or she could finish attaching the cuffs to her wrists behind her back.
She thought of her lover back home… her cold, unfeeling lover. Then she thought of strange, perverted Norman. Oddly, the thought of entertaining him with her dangling, naked body seemed preferable.
She brought her arms behind her back. Janet fumbled for the cuffs. Then she clatched the metal onto her left wrist.
Janet felt a sudden surge of arousal the moment she’d committed herself. It nearly made her cum. She gasped as she struggled to maintain her balance. One false step on the chair now, and it would all be over.
But wasn’t that what she intended?
A shadow suddenly filled the doorway, blocking the light into the room. Janet saw that it was Norman. He stared at her as though caught totally by surprise upon seeing her noosed and naked.
He gasped in shock, instinctively reaching out toward her. Was he going to try to stop her? What should she do?
Norman paused as he started panting heavily. Janet saw him reach down and fumble with his trousers. A moment later the belt and clasp came loose.
She saw the bulge before he pulled down the underwear. Then he started stroking the exposed erection. ‘Oh, Norman; you love me!’ she thought. ‘Allow me to give you great pleasure!’
Janet felt a surge of joy and arousal. She happily stepped forward. That’s when she lost her footing on the stool, causing it to tumble behind her as she swung forward.
Her face registered the shock of the agony around her throat. But Norman did not come to her aid. Instead, he just stroked himself harder. It made her think she had to give him some sort of show if she could.
The rope had not yet cut off her air supply. Thus, Janet still had control of her muscles. So she began to kick as she swung back and forth.
Norman stroked harder. Janet thrust her chest forward toward him. Norman’s expression was one of unbridled lust.
Her hands jerked instinctively behind her back. At first, she tried to remain calm and not fight so much. Then she realized he might actually enjoy seeing her struggle in faux panic.
Fear mixed with pleasure, both engulfing her from head to toe as she began to fight the noose. She kicked and swung in what now had become an instinctive attempt to free herself. But it was much too late for that.
Her brain began sending out mixed messages. ‘Norman, get me down! No, Norman; I want you to fuck me! It hurts so much! No; let me dance for you!’
Oddly, she wanted to feel the strange man inside her. But that was no longer possible. So she thrust her crotch outwardly in his direction.
She began to wriggle and gyrate like a worm on a hook. Now her actions were totally out of her control. She threw her chest out. Then she humped the air until she began to climax.
Janet had never squirted for her lover. But she squirted now for Norman. He watched in awe until she saw his cock erupt in his hand, shooting spurt after spurt in her direction. It gave her a perverse thrill despite the agony of being forced to surrender to the noose.
Janet finally began to settle down. She had exhausted herself. But in the process, her struggles had tightened the noose considerably.
She tried to stretch her toes downward. Then she tried to catch her breath. When that didn’t work, her body exploded one last time in unbridled panic.
She desperately fought the noose; this time, she could not help herself. Then she squirted again. Janet finally settled down to gently swing back and forth, her muscles too tired to gin up a third try at a struggle.
Norman carefully approached her as though afraid she might bite. He curiously reached out. Then he touched Janet’s wet crotch.
Her nerve endings registered the sensation, and she quivered at his touch. He slowly fingered her. Then he slid a couple digits inside her as though exploring what had made the wetness on the floor.
Janet had lost all feeling to her feet and lower legs. But she could still feel activity in her crotch. She quivered at Norman’s touch, mentally thanking him before her vision spiraled away.
She hoped her dance had given him pleasure. Then consciousness faded away. Norman jerked his fingers out of her in shock once she began urinating on him.
3-5-22 Inspired by the manip I found on the internet by JackR.